I've seen so many Poets
Come and then go
Who you really where
Guess I'll never know

A thousand avatars
Penned to my soul
Tell me why do Poets
Fade from there roles

Will you be here tomorrow
Or will you be on your way
Don't you have anything left
That you feel you want to say

Truth is
We never really
Knew each other
Anyways...

The memories,
the loving,
the longing,
the dread,
the ghost of me
still lives in your head!

You see me,
you shutter,
you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me
still lives in your head.

The hallways,
the old chair,
my side of yer bed
the ghost of me
still lives in your head.

I have arrived at my destiny
The water here is blue
Yet the skies reflect
A deeper depth of truth
Fields, forest and hills of green
Imagine a reality
With sentient beings
And after a summer rain
The ions are charged
In the sentience brain
Life, how precious is this thing

Oh but here
Suffering remains
And I long for the love
On the ethereal plain
In the material-less existence
I held with you
I send you this message
From the human zoo...

For some of us
abstractions
can flow too far apart
to gather together
Still we navigate
through poems caught
in stormy weather
Then there those
whose desires gets tossed
into a word salad
of creative thought
Pour on some dressing
romantically obscure
express your victim hood
your poetical fears!
Page after page
line after line
recording
the history of
the Poet kind!

Only the shadows change
so being naked and
using that as an excuse
is,
well it is being what it is
that makes us unique,

I prefer antique
but
I just wanted to let you know
that classic will do.

She said,
Hot,
but she was talking about the
saucepan
I, as a man misconstrued
ah
you can't choose who you are
only what you will become.